25 January 2022 – Bouncing sunbeams Saturday morning, as we bounce off to Blackie Spit Park. It is at the tip of Crescent Beach, a sandspit that extends into Mud Bay, itself an extension of Boundary Bay in South Surrey.
Hardly a muddy bay today! Everything sparkles, from the water right before us to the snowy North Shore Mountains in the distance.
Sparkling water in the canal as well, with (I think) American Wigeon ducks paddling their way toward that red cabin beside the controls that regulate water levels.
That was Saturday.
Sunday morning, and, yes, the forecast was right. Dense fog hovers over the Lower Mainland and is expected to last for several days, with periods of “near zero” visibility.
Car headlights peer through the murk on Main Street; black crows, doing their westward morning commute, blend into the sky.
And one guy, presumably, says “Sod it!” and turns back east. Maybe home to his Burnaby roost, where he will tuck his head under his wing and sleep away the day?
I am made of sterner stuff. I’m off to Campbell Valley Regional Park in Langley — much larger than Saturday’s park, with 29 km of sprawling trails looped through the valley and around Little Campbell River.
It’s a study in up-close clarity, and misty fog beyond.
The moss pops colour — was ever green so green? — but all is steely-grey just beyond those trees.
Like Blackie Spit (which is on the Pacific Flyway), this Campbell Valley park is a haven for birdlife. I know about Wood Ducks …
but I am introduced to west-coast varieties of species I only know in their eastern versions. The Chestnut-Backed Chickadee, for example, and the Spotted Towhee. Perhaps the Fox Sparrow as well, but my companion is as scrupulous as he is knowledgeable, and cautions he is not quite sure about that one.
Don’t care. Don’t need to know all the names. It’s all splendid, just as it is.
Ultimately we’re on the Shaggy Mane Trail, shared by humans and horses. Neither of us knows anything about horses, but they are well-behaved and their riders courteous, and we are perfectly happy to step aside and admire them as they clip-clop past.
Monday: foggy.
Late Tuesday morning: still foggy.
Even deep downtown.
WALKING WOMAN 
Lynette d'Arty-Cross
/ 25 January 2022Murk is the right word for that fog!
sloppy buddhist
/ 26 January 2022I do look forward to the grey green and murk…in a few weeks to see our little family in white rock…it’s been a long harsh winter here in alberta so far, so your fotos are perfect to me Penny…enjoy your walks ~ hugs hedy ☺️🕊
icelandpenny
/ 1 February 2022Glad to throw a little green & growth your way, Hedy! You and others (e.g. Lynette d’Arty-Cross) in return share with me the magic of winter…
ALAN WILLIAMS
/ 29 January 2022Kudos for your tenacity in getting out there, no matter the weather. You were rewarded handsomely.
I remember being shrouded in fog for days and days at UBC. West coast weather can wear you down over time if you don’t look for those little beauties around you.
icelandpenny
/ 1 February 2022I’ve discovered (to my surprise & delight) that I like the fog — it’s not depressing, it is somehow luminous and magical. So I’m happy to be out & about in fog, as well as in sunshine.
Mary C
/ 8 February 2022The tree photos were wonderful! Mossy. Foggy.
icelandpenny
/ 12 February 2022Something I noticed when I moved here: winter moss glowing on the trees
dianaed14
/ 17 February 2022Hello Penny – couldn’t find you on my Reader so did a search and was plesed to find several posts. what is the causes of the fog – do hope that it is not pollution
icelandpenny
/ 17 February 2022Not pollution, thankfully, just normal winter rain/drizzle/fog. I find it gentle and luminous, rather than dreary, so it is enjoyable. And I’m glad you found me again!